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The air in the pack hall hung heavy, laced with the scent of power and judgement. Wolves filled the space, their conversations a low hum, but the moment Eirlys stepped inside, yeah noise faltered. She could feel their eyes—sharp and pressing on her like a laser beam from a sniper—as if her very presence disturbed the natural order.Still, she lifted her chin and kept her shoulders back. Weakness was the last thing she would show them.Ryker stood at the head of the room, his face blank like an empty sheet of paper, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His gaze swept over the crowd but it never lingered on her.He hadn't spoken to her since their last tense exchange, and the distance gnawed at something he felt toward her.Eirlys swallowed against the ache rising in her throat. She should have left. She didn't belong here, not with them. Not after everything.“I don't know why she's still here,” Celeste's voice rang out, smooth and cold as polished steel. The room bushes further. “A
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The moon hung high over the Nightfang Pack’s territory, its silver light spilling over the dense forest. A crisp wind carried the scent of pine and earth but beneath it lurked something else—an intruder.Ryker stood at the edges of the patrol line, his senses were sharper despite the late hour. Sleep had eluded him for days now since Eirlys return. His mind had been tangled in thoughts he refused to entertain. No matter how much he buried them beneath duty, Eirlys still lingered there, stubborn and unyielding. Her defiance. Her pain. Her resilience. And the way she stood tall despite the weight pressing her down. He hated how much he noticed. He hated how much he cared.A sound snapped him back to the present—a low growl. It was faint but distinct. His body tensed and his instincts flared to life as he scanned the shadows. Something was wrong.Then he saw it.A blur in the darkness. It was swift, moving with a predator's grace. Ryker didn't wait. He lunged forward, his muscles coilin
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It was still night and the air was whistling softly. Ryker sat in the chamber where he had always had meetings with the pack members and the elders. His fingers drummed against the wooden chair. The fight with the masked intruder still haunted him, and his wound throbbed dully beneath the bandages. He has fought countless battles, but there was something familiar about the way his opponent moved—and the thought unsettled him more than he cared to admit.A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Without waiting for a response, Eirlys stepped inside. Her presence has become an unspoken storm in his life—one he both presented and drawn toward.Ryker leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Did you come here for something?” His voice was level.Eirlys crossed her arms. “You asked to see me.”He exhaled slowly. “Yes, I asked to see you. I need to ask you something.” he sighed. “Back at the Dreadhowl pack… did you ever come across anyone unusual? Someone who stood out?”
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Eirlys moved carefully through the dense forest, her finger grazing over the rough bark of trees as she searched for the medicinal herbs she needed. The evening Sir carried the scent of fresh pine, calming her frayed nerves.She had come here to escape the judging eyes of the Nightfang pack, to lose herself in the simple act of gathering what the infirmary required. Though she wasn't alone as there were a few other healers but they were on different sides, distant from each other.Eirlys bent down to pluck a cluster of feverfew, but just then, a rustling in the distance made her freeze.Her body tensed and her instinct screamed at her to retreat but she forced herself to remain still while at the same time, listened. Then, she saw a figure stumble into view—a woman, her hair tangled and face smeared with dirt.Eirlys's breath hitched. She knew that face. It was Aria.The recognition was instant, a sharp jolt to her chest. Aria had been one of them—the Dreadhowl prisoner who had kicked
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Ryker tossed and turned in his bed, his breath shallow, his body slick with sweat. The nightmare came as it always did—relentless and suffocating. Always the same nightmare but this time around, it was different.He was there again, standing amidst the ruins of a battlefield drenched in blood. The stench of death clung to the air. And it was a thick one, almost suffocating. Screams echoed all around him, warriors falling and their bodies torn apart by the merciless claws.His father, Marcus Reed, stood at the center of the chaos. He stood tall and unwavering despite his injuries. His presence was both a beacon of hope and a warning—a storm in the battlefield.Marcus's silver fur was matted with blood, his breathing was heavy but the stance was solid. His stormy gray eyes, the same ones Ryker had inherited, burned with determination. Before him, stood a masked figure. It was The Tyrant. His massive form cloaked in darkness and his eyes gleamed through the slits of the mask like a pred
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The tension in the Nightfang pack thickened like a heavy fog as news of the outsider who Eirlys had brought spread. Whispers trailed after Eirlys as she walked through the pack's ground, their voices hushed but sharp, questioning her judgement. Her intentions. Including Ryker, who had agreed with her. Though she ignored them, as she had always done, keeping her head high despite the storm that brewed beneath her ribs. That unsettled Ryker, as the fate of the pack depended on him and his decisions would mark the future of the pack.Eirlys entered Ryker's office with a cold expression. Her posture was rigid as she met his piercing gaze. Ryker had sent for her and she had done well to heed to his call.Ryker stood behind his desk, his fists pressed against the wooden surface as if restraining himself from taking an action.“What were you thinking, bringing her here?” Ryker's voice was deep and low. But she could hear the restraint in it.Eirlys crossed her arms. “I was thinking that she
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Ryker paced back and forth in his chamber, his mind tangled in the past. The walls around him felt too close. His ribs didn't ache as before. He was now fit to go about.But he could not, the pain that lingered in his chest had lingered in his chest held him down. It was an old wound, deeper than claw marks or broken bones—one that never truly healed.He had once thought fate had given him a gift.The day he learned Eirlys was his mate, something had lit up inside him. He had been raised to believe in strength and power, in the bond that tied gated mates together. And when his gaze had first locked onto her, he had known. She was meant for him.He had been overjoyed.He could still remember that moment—the way his pulse had quickened, the way his wolf had stirred with a certainty he had never felt before. She had been standing before him, fragile yet unbroken.And not had been fleeting. Whispers had started almost immediately, murmurs that slithered through the pack like poison. At f
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Ryker exhaled sharply, shifting slightly against the pillows as he tried to sit up but the sudden pain in his ribs made him pause. His eyes, still intense despite his exhaustion, bore into Eirlys as he spoke.“Are you not going to answer the question?” he clicked his tongue. “Is that really it? Was it because you're not fast enough or there was something else?”“There was nothing else… there couldn't have been something else and you know it.” she said immediately.Ryker gulped and nodded his head. “Yeah, you're right. There couldn't have been something else but it doesn't matter,” he responded. “Even if you weren't fast enough, you could have at least tried to run. Instead of standing there, waiting to be killed.”Eirlys lowered her gaze, her fingers gripping the edge of the chair she sat on. She didn't argue—because he was right. She hadn't moved. She hadn't even thought about running. And because of that, Ryker had thrown himself in front of her, taking the hit that was meant for he
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Eirlys barely felt the scorching sun as she rode through the rays of light that shone through the trees, her breath coming in quick gasps. She gripped the reins tightly as she led the horse forward at a relentless pace. Every time she risked a glance behind her, her heart clenched at the sight of Ryker slumped in the saddle of the other horse, barely conscious. He wasn't the one controlling the ride—he was too weak for that.His body swayed dangerously with every gallop, his breathing labored and his stormy gray eyes barely open.“Hold on,” she whispered. “Just a little longer, Ryker. Stay with me.”But he didn't respond. He slightly opened his eyes and smiled at her.As they neared the pack's borders, the looming gates came into view and Eirlys screamed out.“Help! Someone—help us!”Her voice echoed through the stillness of the day. She sounded desperate.At first, there was only silence. Then—in the next second, there was movement. Figures emerged from the gates, guards rushing for
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The journey back was silent, the weight of their conversation still lingering in the air. Eirlys walked a little behind Ryker, her thoughts tangled between the moment they'd just shared and the uneasy feeling settling in her chest.The trees around them looked like silent sentinels, the rustling leaves whispering secrets of the past. Then, in an instant, the world erupted into chaos.Unknown wolves lunged from the trees. They were swift and calculated. Ryker's instinct flared and before Eirlys could react, he had already stepped in front of her, his body tensing as claws and fangs gleamed under the morning sun. A growl rumbled deep in his chest, a warning but their attackers showed no fear.The first strike came fast. Ryker met it head-on, dodging a blade aimed at his side and countering it with a powerful blow. Eirlys barely had time to register what was happening before she was yanked backward. She fought against the grip, panic clawing at her throat, until she realized it was one o
